Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The unquenchable desire to sin

I don't want to be one of you
But I don't have much choice in the matter
My heart is through and though
Made of the same stuff as everyone else
We convince ourselves of the worst things
We let ourselves believe exactly what we want
Throw closed doors in the way of the rushing truth
Until we can't even hear him knocking
But we have what we want
And we feel happy about it
We think at this point that we are healed
But we are just left deaf and blind and numb